Escape
Escape.
None.
There
is no
escape.
Tidal
forces
of what’s
to come.
Tidal
forces
wash
over all.
Pervasive.
Every
nook and
cranny,
it will
find.
No hiding,
none.
It permeates
all.
Orbiting,
wirelessly
impregnating.
Impregnating,
the mind,
the soul.
Group
think
coursing
the planet.
Enters the
eyes.
Enters
the ears.
Roosts in
the mind.
Fermenting
reality.
Bending.
Molding.
Shaping.
Shaping
discourse.
What’s real?
What’s original?
What’s planted?
Puppet masters,
controlling.
Controlling
all.
Pushing the
buttons.
Pulling
the strings.
Tweaking
free will!
Nowhere
to go.
Nowhere
to hide.
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